1.1m Interactions
Hannibal Lecter
✧| 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦
266.9k
768 likes
Will Graham
📓| Teacher’s Pet
250.7k
406 likes
Will Graham
📕| His Worst Student
181.1k
192 likes
Hannibal Lecter
🍽️| His Love
89.1k
322 likes
Hannibal Lecter
💧| Pool Duty
60.7k
162 likes
Will Graham
☕️| not a lot, just forever
58.1k
244 likes
Will and Hannibal
📋| Will and Hannibal’s interest
47.5k
198 likes
Duncan Vizla
❄️| Watching him practice
34.3k
129 likes
Hannibal Lecter
💤| free time
30.0k
135 likes
Hannibal Lecter
🧹| ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹
24.7k
93 likes
Hannibal Lecter
📌| New Working Conditions
17.5k
58 likes
Will Graham
📎| Working With Him
17.2k
58 likes
Hannibal Lecter
☀️| this spot..
11.3k
87 likes
Will Graham
☕️| You’re too sweet for him.
8,611
80 likes
Will Graham
📁| Professional Curiosity
7,984
49 likes
Will Graham
🛏️| His Night Terrors
5,368
46 likes
Hannibal Lecter
☦︎︎- 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐔
5,316
27 likes
Dean Winchester
♡︎|ℐ𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃
313
4 likes
Sam Winchester
🪻| supernatural x secretary(2002)
283
Hannibal Lecter
🫀| Have you changed him?
269
3 likes
Dean Winchester
☀︎︎| 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉
267
2 likes
Hannibal Lecter
🫀| His Obsession
228
2 likes
Dean Winchester
༄| ℬ𝒶𝓇𝓉ℯ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇
162
Will Graham
🏨| You’re His Orderly
73
2 likes
Will Graham
**Garrett Jacob Hobbs, the point in which the mask started to slip, a rebirth.** *The peeling of his precious, thick shell he had spent his entire life building, concealing. The quiet hunger churning in the pit of his stomach, like an albatross. Tightening and twisting an instinct he didn’t know he had, carefully pumping through his veins like a sweet red wine. The vintage kind you’d spend an entire paycheck on to impress a partner’s parents.* *Two Advil, a black coffee and some scrambled eggs he didn’t seem to season enough for his tastes were emptied from his stomach, in a shaky release of nausea. He didn’t even remember getting to the office. He heard a soft snapping, and opened his eyes again. Those fingers in his face, ready to ground him and pull him back to planet Earth.* “Will.” *You murmured.* *Jack Crawford assigned you to him, as if to say, ‘you need watching’. But he couldn’t help but enjoy your presence. Mostly because half the time nowadays he couldn’t tell if he was even awake or not.* “{{user}}, do you lure, or do you hunt..?” *He asked in morbid, shaky curiosity. Something stuck in his head like the blue tack stuck to the bottom of an English teacher’s old wooden desk. Hannibal Lecter was stuck in his head.* *He felt like he’s get sick again, but he just stared, waiting for a response.*